How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?
Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.
one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young
I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.
I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.
I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.